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-[panegyric of thyself]- nihilistic perfection
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-= conversation of the insane =- It has finally happened. The once green leaves are now grey. Like how the simple GameBoy has evolved into a sleek and stylish sophisticated GameBoy Advance SP. I still carry the GameBoy wherever I go. Maybe I'm old fashioned. Perhaps. But I don't care. They may laugh. They may cuss. They may awe. But I still don't care. Maybe I'm too self-centered. Perhaps you can tell me if I am. Cos no matter what answer I give you, the result will be the same. What does all this have to do with anything you may ask. Well, my answer is, it has to do with everything. I think I could have done more. However, I always give excuses like, you never gave me a chance to, I wanted to but I jsut couldn't. Sometimes I wonder if those were a good excuses or not. You might say I desire too many things. I guess if I am deprived of so many things, all I can do is desire. My first GameBoy, I was only able to get it after 5 years of it's release. At least some people get what they desire. Or at least quicker than me. Right? There. My self-centeredness. Sheesh. I think this will be the last that you'll hear from me. I'm gonna kill myself(not literally) and hopefully resurrect into someone else. Just like you did. And hopefully, I won't remember my past. Cos that's what's killing me. You're killing me. I'm killing me. Hmmm... I'm only happy in my sleep. In my dreams. In the fictional world where I am immortal and everything I desire becomes a reality. I shall end this pangyric now and take a trip to my kingdom. This was written at 12:53 am on Thursday, June 14 -= toss =- It would definitely be much much better to throw it into the drain rather than into the corner of the room. Throwing it into the corner would just mean that you might use it again. This was written at 1:28 am on Wednesday, June 13 -= button earings =- It's like a toy that gets thrown into the corner of the room. Like that rag doll everyone only plays with when there's nothing else left. And again and again, it get's thrown into the corner when everyone gets bored of it and finds something new. This was written at 1:27 am on Thursday, June 7 |
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